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"You dare seek death!"
As Li Hao's sword light flew out, a thunderous voice suddenly came from the void.
Immediately after, a sound of tearing through the air arrived abruptly, revealing a resplendent golden feather.
This flying feather pierced through the void, incredibly abrupt and fast as lightning.
By the time Li Hao saw it, it was already about to puncture his eyeball, almost at his face.
Unblockable!
Li Hao's pupils contracted, feeling as if his blood had frozen; in that instant, death loomed so closely he had never before felt its ominous presence so clearly.
But in the blink of an eye, the flying feather vanished.
An old palm, as if scooping the moon from the seabed, appeared to be extremely slow, trailing afterimages, yet in reality, snatched the feather away in a flash.
A figure appeared in front of Li Hao, dressed in a simple grey robe, with an ordinary, worn wooden hairpin on his head, but standing erect, it was Feng Boping who had been following secretly.
